Tay Ying Hui

Four Little Batters (Softball) - Poem by Tay Ying Hui

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Four little batters batting by a tree, one swung a bit too high, now there's only three.Three little batters swinging in the blues, one got a free base, now there's only two.Two little batters beneath the scorching sun, one fumbled all her swings, now there's only one.One little batter ready with her bat.WHACK! She hit a home-run, hope that coach is glad!